House walked into the hospital. He noticed Cuddy in her office doing some work, as always. he looked at her for a couple of segundos while waiting for the elevator. The elevator doors opened and House limped in. He took the ride up to the 2nd floor and walked to his office. He sat down at his escrivaninha, mesa and started rumaging through all his droors. The picture wasnt in his office. He started to panic but then told himself to retrace his steps. The last time he was at the hospital he was in Cuddy's office. No biggie its just..CUDDY!! Then he really panicked. He grabbed his cane and limped so fast that someone watching would have thought he was speed walking to the elevator. He pressed the button many times impatiently. The elevator doors finally opened and House got on. He rode down to the first floor and waited while the doors opened. He then speed limped to Cuddy's office. He barged in and started looking everywhere without saying anything to Cuddy. Cuddy jerked her head up, startled. "House did you loose a gerbile or something?" She said a little confused. "Nope." House said. "Then why are you searching my floor like a blood hound?" Cuddy asked. "I will lie to you once I have found what I am looking for." House said still searching the floor and some empty boxes. Cuddy took the picture out from under a file she had been working on and got up. She walked over to House. "Is this what you're looking for House?" Cuddy said with a slightly seductive grin on her face. House stood up and sighed while staring at the picture. "Yes, thankyou.Bye." House said quickly reaching for the picture. Cuddy pulled the picture away before he could grab it. "Can I please have the picture mommy?" House said in a childish voice. "First you have to tell me what you were doing with the picture." Cuddy said curiously. House stood there not knowing what to do. He was debating on if he should show his feelings or not. Then he realized what Cuddy was wearing. House gently touched the stain(which was ironicly on Cuddy's stomach). House stepped closer to Cuddy, his hand moved to her waist. Cuddy reached her hand out and stroked House's cheek. They both stared into eachother's eyes. "You still have the shirt." House wihspered. "Yeah. It's my favorito shirt." Cuddy whispered back. House now had one hand around her waist and the other stroking her face ever so gently. Cuddy leaned her head on the hand that was stroking her cheek. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. House leaned progressivo, para a frente and whispered in Cuddy's ear "I never got over you. And I never will." Then kissed her cheek ever so tenderly. He stared into her eyes and wiped a tear from her cheek and then turned and limped out of the door. Leaving Cuddy and the picture in her office. Cuddy then realized that she had been holding her breath most of the time. She took a deep breath and then sunk to the floor and silentley cried tears of joy, confusion, and love.